Sunday, September 21, 2008
Jellus? I know. La Freakgirl and I saw Mr. Cheyenne Jackson in Xanadu last fall (from the stage!) and we've been all aflutter about it ever since. OK, yeah, it's mostly me fluttering, but she plays along and you can hardly tell! And while I'm not immune to the charms of his thighs in satin booty shorts (natch), CheyJack is not just a prime piece. He's the real deal. After casually perusing his website (in a completely non-obsessive, non-stalkery fashion), I found lots to admire about the way he conducts his life. He may be much younger than I (and much prettier, the bitch), but I aspire to REPRESENT like he does.
My undying gratitude to Deb/Freakgirl! Keith Michael.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I saw this video over at fourfour and was knocked over by the wave of nostalgia. Why Rich loves/scorns it, I can only guess, but I clearly remember that when this video came out I thought Belinda Carlisle was the most gorgeous creature on earth. OK, I still do. Look at her (especially with Marilyn-inspired eyes)! I don't remember the year (and I'm too tired to look it up), but I'm betting I taped this song off the radio onto a cassette. And probably imitated her self-conscious arm movements while dancing by myself.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Like McCain's ads don't make you cringe? I can hardly stand to watch this previously respected man stoop to this level of discourse. It's nothing but lies and obfuscation. I worry (even more) for this country if it works. I'm glad they are FINALLY bluntly calling him on it.
PS Palin lied AGAIN today, claiming she said, "Thanks, but no thanks" to Congressinal funding of the Bridge to Nowhere. This claim has been debunked, but she continues to repeat the lie.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back– Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth that ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Begin it now.
I reflected over the LONG relatively uneventful weekend, and I'm committed to making some concrete steps this week. Call me out on it if I don't, won't you?
Let's see if I can hold myself back from getting all Little Edie on your asses tomorrow with the Frost poem quoting. I make no promises.